CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43

Her body shook uncontrollably, her ass clamping and releasing around me like it couldn’t decide whether to reject me or worship me. The way she milked my cock made me throb painfully, but I gritted my teeth, holding it back. Not yet. Not fucking yet.

Kim’s voice broke as she gasped for air, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Oh my god—I can’t stop—I’m addicted already. Evan, what are you doing to me? I can’t even feel my legs—"

I slammed into her harder, cutting her off with a scream. "What I’m doing," I growled, "is giving you what he never could. What he never will. Real cock. Real power. Real fucking ownership."

Her nails raked down my arms, her body jerking helplessly. "Yes—yes! He’s nothing! He’s nothing compared to you!"

I smirked down at Tom, my thrusts shaking the floor under him. "Hear that, boy? She’s choosing me. Right in front of you. You’ll never make her scream like this. The only thing you’ll get from her now is pity—or maybe spit, if she feels generous."

The fuck? Was that me talking? Evan, the guy who couldn’t talk up when he got the wrong order... this system thing was changing me.

Tom groaned louder, his hips shifting against the carpet as if he wanted to rut against it, to feel something, anything. Pathetic.

Kim noticed, her laugh high and broken. "He’s squirming, Evan. Oh my god—he’s rubbing himself on the floor while you fuck me. That’s all he has left."

I grabbed her chin and forced her to look down at him. "Look at him. Blindfolded. Gagged. His girl riding another man’s cock. And he’s so desperate, he’s grinding the carpet like a bitch in heat."

Her eyes rolled back as another orgasm tore through her, her scream muffled by my palm clamping over her mouth. Her whole body jerked violently, pussy squirting down her thighs again, dripping onto Tom’s shoulder blades.

"I actually stopped counting," I said, panting hard. "You came so much. He hasn’t even touched you. Haven’t given you a single orgasm in months, has he?"

Her muffled cry came against my hand, her words jumbled but clear enough: "Never... never once..."

I ripped my hand away, yanking her hair again. "Say it louder."

Her voice cracked as she screamed, "He’s never made me cum! Not once! Evan, only you—only you make me cum like this!"

Tom’s whole body stiffened, a muffled groan ripping from his throat. He writhed against the ropes, his cock straining inside his jeans, the bulge twitching. His hips bucked once, twice, smearing a dark spot against the carpet beneath him.

I barked a laugh, slamming into Kim harder. "Look at that. He’s leaking in his pants like a kid just from hearing you admit the truth. Pathetic little stain while you’re squirting all over my cock."

Kim’s laugh was cruel, delirious with lust. "Oh baby, are you leaking again? Evan makes me gush rivers, and you leave tiny marks on the floor. That’s your big finish now. That’s what you are—nothing but a stain."

Her ass clamped down around me, another orgasm ripping her apart, her body spasming violently. I bit her shoulder, leaving marks, holding back my own release with sheer force.

"Came again?" I growled. "I’m not done until you can’t even remember his name."

She sobbed and screamed, her voice hoarse, her body trembling with every thrust. Tom lay broken beneath us, blindfold wet with sweat, gag muffled with spit, jeans sticky with pathetic little spurts he couldn’t control.

And me? I was still buried deep, cock swelling, balls aching—but I wasn’t going to give in yet. Not until she begged. Not until he cried. Not until they both knew exactly who owned her.

I sank into the couch, completely naked, letting out a long exhale. My body still thrummed from the relentless sex, sweat beading along my chest and dripping down my torso. The ache in my balls was deliciously torturous.

"Suck my cock clean," I ordered, voice low and rough, trying to keep control. "Man... so sweaty."

Kim glanced at Tom, smirking cruelly. "He just ordered me, Tom," she said, her voice laced with venom. "Won’t you step up? Defend me?"

Tom could only groan, helpless, the gag muffling most of it. His wrists strained against the ropes. His eyes were wide, desperate, but he made no move to stop her.

"Figures," Kim muttered, rolling her eyes. "Fucking pathetic little cunt."

She spat on her hands, the slick gleaming in the light, then crawled toward me with a slow grace. She stopped between my legs, her eyes glinting with mischief and lust.

I hissed at the sight of her kneeling there, lips parting, tongue flicking over her own spit before touching the tip of my cock. She leaned forward, taking me into her mouth with teasing slowness at first, just barely letting me feel her heat.

"Mm," She moaned. "I can taste myself on your cock. Delicious."

Her hands gripped the base, stroking lightly, while her mouth slid over me, warm and wet. She hummed around me, the vibrations sending shocks through my shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the remnants of her own cum and my sweat, savoring it.

"Ohh, you’re so hard," she murmured, her lips tightening slightly, then releasing. "So... big... sloppy... mine to clean, just like I’m yours. Pathetic little boyfriend down there, huh? Can’t even do this."

I shivered, the sensation making me grunt softly. The combination of her mouth, her teasing hands, the weight of the day’s heat—it was torturous. I leaned back into the couch cushions, trying to maintain focus, trying not to give in too soon.

Then my phone buzzed sharply on the armrest. I reached over, looking to the side. Ivy. Fuck.

"Shit, I gotta take this," I muttered, holding myself as best I could. "Kim, be quiet. Tell your boyfriend to stop squirming too."

I swiped and saw Ivy’s name flash across the screen. "Hey," I said, voice strained, trying to balance the call with the pressure of her mouth on me. "W—what’s up?*

"Evan?" Ivy’s tone was upbeat, but concerned. "You okay? You sound... strained."

I groaned softly, keeping my hips as steady as possible. "Yeah... yeah, fine. Just... uh, a little busy right now." My voice cracked slightly; I tried to clear it. "Gotta... take care of something here. What’s up?"

"I... I befriended Kayla," Ivy said. "She seemed friendly. I tried to steer the conversation toward the massage thing, but... didn’t get the chance. She’s cautious, Evan. But, uh... she trusts me a little."

I exhaled, a mix of relief and frustration, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear while Kim sucked harder, taking more of me into her mouth. I could feel her saliva pooling, slick and warm, her tongue teasing every ridge, swirling around me, drawing tiny moans from me despite the call.

I struggled to respond. "Good... good job, Ivy. Just... keep talking to her... yeah... yeah... uh-huh." My words came out broken, strained as Kim licked and sucked, her tongue pressing against my frenulum, lips sliding up and down the shaft, hot and wet.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Ivy asked, her voice soft, concerned. "You sound... weird, Evan. Your voice...*

I pressed my free hand to my forehead, glancing down at Kim’s face, flushed and mischievous. "Yeah... yeah, I’m fine," I managed to say. "I... I gotta go. Talk later. Bye."

I hung up, finally able to focus solely on Kim. She leaned back slightly, just enough for me to groan, hips flexing against her warm, wet mouth. Her hands continued stroking my base, slick with spit, while her tongue pressed insistently against the underside, swirling and flicking.

"Mm, you taste so... sweaty, so fucking mine," she murmured between deep sucks. "I could do this all day... all over your cock, while he watches. That little whimpering boy down there... can’t even touch me, can’t stop me, can’t even look. You’re all mine, Evan. All mine, and he can just... sit there."

Her words hit me like fire, her mouth working expertly, her hands teasing, the wet friction along my shaft torturing me. I groaned, hips twitching involuntarily, feeling every nerve ending screaming as she deepened the suction, lips forming a perfect seal.

Her tongue circled my tip again, then she bobbed her head up and down, taking as much as she could, gagging lightly at the thickest part. I gritted my teeth, holding back, refusing to let my body betray me too early. My balls ached, the aftershocks of the earlier anal pounding still humming through me.

Tom twitched below, a weak groan slipping through his gag as she continued, her hands holding my hips for leverage now, pulling me in deeper.

I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my rhythm steady. "Yeah... yeah... just like that," I managed to grunt, voice low, strained. "Keep... keep going..."

I leaned back, letting her take control of the pace, feeling the slick heat of her mouth and hands, the slight tremble in my thighs as my body begged for release—but I held it. Not yet.

She turned her head back. "Go ahead and clean my asshole, Tom. Stick that pathetic dick of yours in my asshole and get your master’s cum from my ass."